Entangled With Adonis Klaus
Our eyes finally met and he didn’t say anything, I didn’t either.
Adonis grabbed a stool and sat beside my bed. From the small table beside my bed, he grabbed a packaged cream that sat with some other medications. I watched in silence as he scooped some of the cream onto his palm and when he was done, he reached for my chin, raised my head slightly, and made my breath seize for a second when he traced a line on my neck.
The line was definitely one of the shreds of evidence of Bryan’s dreadful visit.
Soon, Adonis began to apply the white-coloured substance as gently as he could. I watched the calm expression he wore as he dutifully carried out his action.
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